Staring at the ceiling

I havent written any in a while
Thoughts come by and blur out before I type
Words form up but lose their meaning
Ideas light up but die out before they turn appealing

They say its good to write what you feel
That it is a way to heal
Words can touch your soul and revive your feelings and trigger those healings
But what should one do when all they can do is to stare at the ceiling

Lost in the void with mind blanked out
Holding my hands out to grasp the meaning
Meaning of why I just stare at the ceiling

Touched by love hated by life
Words fail me and a wild scream keeps prevailing